off, pledging one or other of the company, till at last he fell down in a state of the most degraded intoxication.

The next day he was seized with a fever, which continued for several days. At last, finding himself beyond all hope, and his voice beginning to fail, he drew his ring from his finger and gave it to Perdicas, with orders to convey his corpse to the Temple of Ammon, for divine honours. His principal courtiers asked him, "To whom he left the empire?" He replied: "To the most worthy." He was asked by Perdicas, "when he would have the divine honours paid to him;" and he replied, "When you are happy!" and with these words he expired, in the thirty-third year of his age.

And this is the man that would have conquered the world, but could not subdue himself. Noble in his boyhood, and generous and magnanimous in many of the acts of his manhood, he was the spoilt child of fortune, and of indulgence and flattery; and he lived rather to dazzle than to benefit mankind. Had the generous emotions of his youth been sustained and cultivated, he would have proved a blessing to the world; but these being overridden by the lust of power and conquest, he became its curse.

It is not among boys of the present day that we shall look for an Alexander; but there are many boys who, like him, have been blessed with generous and noble ideas, but who have yet fallen from their original brightness, and sullied their high instincts by a

vicious course of life, which has ended in ruin and degradation; and, among all the vices that bring men to a miserable existence and to a premature grave, the vice of intemperance stands first on the list—a vice that has slain, and which continues to slay, far more than the sword of the greatest of tyrants and conquerors, and is, therefore, pre-eminently the bane of the human raco.

A.D. 1305.

N various parts of Scotland, particularly in Renfrewshire, are a variety of objects which bear the name of Scotland's greatest hero. Thus, in their descent from those hills in the neighbourhood of Grenock, some rivulets form beautiful cascades, appearing from the shore like wreaths of snow. The chief of them-behind which, from the scooping of the rock, it is possible to walk-bears the name of this noble warrior. In short, in every quarter, steep precipices, high falls of water, mountain passes, grand, romantic, and dark defiles, live to the name of Wallace, the child of liberty, whose name is forever familiar in the mind of Scotchmen, in whatever part of the earth they may happen to dwell.

The early days of this child of liberty were not un

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